Pull me back to life
I'd only been dead one hour
When he found me there
Laying in the grass
The smell of rain heavy in my lungs
Intoxicating me gently .
He pulled on my hair
And cried my name with despair,
Though I heard him like I was underwater
Drowning in his tears.
Once he had been gentle with me,
Held me in his palm just like
One would hold the first sunrays of the morning.
Now though, there was no gentle touch
Caressing my skin.
He was rough, desperate to feel the life within
To see my chest rise and fall
But I think, in his bones, he knew
There was no use to such gentleness.
Not anymore.
Yet he still hoped
To pull me back to life.
(Never again)
When he found me there
Laying in the grass
The smell of rain heavy in my lungs
Intoxicating me gently .
He pulled on my hair
And cried my name with despair,
Though I heard him like I was underwater
Drowning in his tears.
Once he had been gentle with me,
Held me in his palm just like
One would hold the first sunrays of the morning.
Now though, there was no gentle touch
Caressing my skin.
He was rough, desperate to feel the life within
To see my chest rise and fall
But I think, in his bones, he knew
There was no use to such gentleness.
Not anymore.
Yet he still hoped
To pull me back to life.
(Never again)